Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 10 The Path of Heresy, Unobstructed!
Mordred still doesn't know exactly how many monsters the Emperor stuffed into his body when he created him, but one thing is certain: these warp and even physical tricks absolutely violated the Imperial truth.

As the first yell rang out, soon a chorus of "Waaaagh" filled the entire battlefield, and those Atlas who were a little further away, seeing their good brothers having so much fun, also started yelling along with them.

Soon, in less than five minutes, the five thousand Atlas who had penetrated deep into the ruins of the hive city were glowing green and ran around like a pack of wild dogs.

The good news is that these black-armored behemoths are even more powerful, while the bad news is that the Second Legion is heading down the path of heresy with no turning back.

"Pah! What heresy! As long as we silence all those who know the truth, our secret will not be leaked."

Rather than suffer mentally, Mordred's mindset instantly shifted 180 degrees. She realized she had been overthinking things, and since she had come to this mess, she couldn't face it with a normal mindset.

With a casual punch, Mordred sent the mechanical sentry that tried to sneak up flying, its head flying off. Amid cheers from its offspring, Mordred charged forward like a pig on a near-death experience.

The walls blocking the road were smashed, and the sentries who dared to fight back were chopped into pieces by the sword. Walls were smashed and people were killed.

Even the soulless machines, which should have been fearless, began to turn and run away after facing such a beast.

Mordred, who was already enjoying herself immensely, was not about to let them go. The thought of being trampled underfoot by these robots with Titans and then bombarded by their offspring with cannons fueled her pent-up resentment, which grew stronger and stronger. She wanted nothing more than to rip off their fuel lines.

"Want to run? Dreaming!"

Countless emerald lightning bolts surged from around the blond giant, illuminating half the nest in emerald green. The steel, which should have been exceptionally tough, was twisted and deformed, eventually transforming into long spears that flew into the sky before crashing down to the ground.

But this was not the end. The spears that pierced the enemy began to heat up, emitting an unsettling dim red light, and then they exploded one after another.

Amidst the continuous explosions, a grassland illusion emerged from the flames, from which a heavily armored greatsword warrior in a trench coat leaped out.

"Lightning Strike ~ Whirlwind Slash"

Such an inhuman scene would certainly raise questions if it happened in other legions, but in Atlas's eyes, he only saw the power of his own Primarch.

"Croak—this must be the power of Father!"

Seeing their father's strength, the Atlas warriors began to charge, each pulling out their signature moves. Some carried a bag of grenades and pretended to be the King of Grenades, while others charged forward with molten metal grenades. One even had a Dreadnought half-stuck inside a tank and began to drift.

The entire hive was in chaos, causing Goff, who was directing operations from the rear, to feel a chill run down his spine and his eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.

"Damn it, which bastard disobeyed orders? I'm going to drag him out and have him executed by firing squad!"

"Sir, that looks like our father."

"..."

The adjutant's words silenced Goff. Looking at his fellow combatants all staring at him, Goff scratched his head, then snapped at the adjutant in a menacing tone:

"Why didn't you remind me sooner? What if Father had gotten a scrape? Quickly send that bastard Brian to provide support! What are the Primarch Guards good for? Go now!"

Although the adjutant really wanted to say that given his father's demeanor, the guards probably didn't know who was protecting whom, he knew that if he said it, he would definitely get a beating.

On the other hand, Mordred, who was already enjoying the battle, completely let go of herself, no longer confined to close combat, and directly discarded her greatsword and picked up two airborne heavy bomb guns.

Using the Primarch's powerful physique, he played the role of a righteous backstabper, suppressing the entire front line single-handedly.

Gunfire flashed everywhere, illuminating Mordred's increasingly manic laughter, which was gradually becoming intensified by the barrage of fire: "Fighting, awesome!"

Perhaps Mordred and the Second Legion's performance was so outstanding that it made a big brother hiding behind the scenes extremely happy. Even in this era with the dimensional barrier being quite thick, he was willing to spend a lot of money to bestow a blessing.

"This is it! I want this one! No, both of them are mine."

However, it was already quite rare for four precious creatures to get together to watch TV. The other three would absolutely not allow anyone to come to the table and steal food, as they all had a great fondness for this strange chess piece.

"Get lost, you mindless slashing dog. This pawn is mine. Letting him play with you is a waste of his talent."

The giant blue goo extended its tentacles, abandoning its usual cunning and charlatan-like demeanor, and slapped Khorne across the face with a loud crack.

"He can make Eugene count to one hundred, can you, you idiot, do that? Tell me!"

Khorne's eyes widened. When it came to sophistry, eight hundred of them couldn't out-argue Tzeentch, but one thing he knew was that it had been a long time since he had beaten this bastard.

"Tyrant, I'll kill you!"

"Come on, who's afraid of you, you brute?"

Seeing his two colleagues start fighting amongst themselves again, the loving father, who was focused on cooking up the plague, laughed heartily. But before he could finish laughing, the spoon in his hand was snatched away and broken by Khorne, and even his thick soup was contaminated by a bird feather.

"What are you laughing at? You fatso! If you laugh again, I'll smash your pot."

"That's right, you rotten, stagnant fatso, laugh at your mother."

This time, the benevolent father could no longer tolerate it. However, before Nurgle could unleash his anger, Khorne set his sights on the purple serpent demon beside him.

"You shameless, despicable bitch, I'm warning you, this pawn is mine, don't even think about making any underhanded moves."

The youngest lady involved also refused to back down. Whoever succeeds will have to rely on their own abilities. What are you yelling about, you dog?

When two people disagree, even a few words are too much. They were already at odds, and now things have completely broken down.

Soon, a new round of massive warp maneuvering began, causing further turmoil in the already polluted sea of ​​souls. Countless demons were annihilated and reassembled to continue fighting for their great gods.

Meanwhile, the fifth player at the table smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself, "As expected of me, using number two to attract the attention of these four useless guys must be my most ingenious plan."

What subspace deities? I can fool you once, and I can fool you a second time. As long as the plan succeeds, I will be the ultimate winner.

Leaving aside the struggle for the precious artifacts of the warp, Mordred has more important matters to attend to right now.

After seven hours of continuous attacks by the Second Legion, the entire nest had been wiped out. Everything that could move was killed, and even the immobile robots were beheaded. Finally, they reached their target, which was being protected by the sentries.

Looking at the dense human remains in front of the metal structure, Mordred seemed to understand why the people who destroyed the hive had used nuclear weapons—they wanted to use a massive electromagnetic pulse to paralyze what was in front of them.

"Father, what is this?"

"A smart brain! Or rather, an intelligent core capable of creating miniature soldiers. Kids, we've struck gold."

(End of this chapter)